I'm PC, Don't Worry
A volatile mixture of playfulness, rage, sarcasm, and childlike frustration, I'm PC, Don't Worry is a vocal and visual breakdown around political correctness. It begins with an exaggerated excitement about being chosen — chosen because I had delivered something "safe," something "correct," something acceptable to the institutional machine. The voice grows more frantic. More performative. More grotesque. The piece becomes a tantrum: the artist as a child who cannot say what he wants, trapped inside layers of institutional rules, self-policing, cultural fear, and pressure to behave. The climax erupts into chaos — a collapse of language, meaning, emotion — until the entire video suddenly cuts to a YouTube clip of a cute dog with uplifting music. The gesture is pointed and absurd. It reflects the cultural demand for comfort, positivity, and digestible content. The message is blunt: The world doesn't want your complexity. It wants a dog.